Calisthenics (feat. Merc the Big Body Benz, J. Artiste, A.B. & Genee)

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I ain’t ya typical
Killin' these fools is ritualistic
Gifted and spiritual
Though it’s seemin' as if you too lyrical, they ain’t feelin' you
Watch us work on a miracle
Death to thoughts of the cynical
Doubts of reachin’ the pinnacle
Manhattan keep on makin' it
Queens get the money, but
Brooklyn keep on takin' it
And the Bronx is where we made this shit
Shaolin’s where they
Emptyin’ the chambers
5 boroughs too thorough
To ever forget where a god came from
Real as they come
Like Adidas wit' shell toes
Their place in this space as fake as the faces on Melrose
F*ck it, these muppets love it
They mumble to sell mo’
I’ll be tickled if these dudes
End up taking 1 L mo’
I’m throwin' them elbows
It’s ludicrous how I act on my tutelage
Stayin' true to this
Move bitch
I ain’t new to this
A humble student
But it’s mastery when I do this shit
Nasty as Nas or Ra Allah
Bars aligned in a rubix, shit
Run, run, it's a lady with a baby and a gun
They put her back against the wall and she dumped
Fight you off, death come when I write you off
Yo entiendo, no Nintendo it's no game, I swing an iron sword
Puny god, I'ma need to talk to a higher lord
Who's in charge? So hot that I'm cold
Trick your nerve endings like I'm tiger balm, my top is gold
He like the charm, it's the only thing that locker holds
We build we destroy, make a ruckus, pave the path to destruction
Build another project, we'll sit back and laugh when we bump this
I make you uncomfortable... I'm a catheter
Mother tongue, I said it in the vernacular
I dont want no trouble though
Y'all hoard the info like a pack rack
Held in a hidden bungalow, singin' yall the rat pack
I'm just movin' in the matrix, they be shootin' but I clap back
No thang, when you got the better aim you get the last laugh, Merc
It’s a movement, yeah
I’m in the booth and I ain’t moving here
Getting my kicks outta schooling these lyricists - call me the newest pair
This dude is who’s what you should fear
The epitome of delivery - your food is here
I’m sick of wasting motivation off of hating
Been waiting for them to fade
But I’m sick of this fuckin' basement
I swear - this game is mine for the taking
So if you’ve been in this for over 15 years like I
Let's chop it up, we can have a real conversation
This is practice to me
It's frustrating as hell to hear what all you rappers could be
But you lack the routine of mastering your craft for your greed
Your cash is the reason why you won’t have no longevity
I’m talking rapping’s been a passion you pass the torch and I’m catching it
This is a crash course, got more hits than your batting averages
Always been a savage, don’t breathe when I flow, I’m asthmatic
It's hard to dumb it down, I'm not used to it, I'm bad at it
Boy, I got the sauce
And the truth is f*ck the juice
You can bring ya boys to the slaughter, got em all calling a truce
I'm the truth
Ain't no lies here
Manifesting these ideas
Plan to get it, that's mine, yeah
Snap the neck off a pioneer
Cash these checks, this is signed, sealed, delivered
And ain't no other spitters that can shine here, yeah
It's just me though
Feeling like Carlito
Fresh crack on the C-notes
Or Royce da 5'9 with that torpedo
Blow ya whole house up, blow ya whole car up
Black when I gift wrap these raps, boy get ya bars up
It's hard enough to survive in the City
Where guys disguise that they shitty
Jealousy and envy is rampant, they wanna kill me
But I stay low, keep firing, learned that from Biggie, uh
Tryna reach a Millie, uh
This flow here silly, look
Antisocial, socialite
Don't approach dude
Throw the mic and some protools
Pass the light, bet he blow, ooh
Man, ain’t no apology
Even though I am sorry to see the world filled with lies and hypocrisy
America’s turned a disgrace, a mockery
Modern day slaves used to feed its debauchery
We got mothers against daughters, brothers against brothers
Corruption and disorder, we’re defined by others
Never took the time to find our identity
Looking to the media to find who we’re meant to be
While we keep dying, mentally and spiritually
While the enemy’s collecting souls like we are debris
Burned by the fire of desire for notoriety
It’s insanity, we put profit over humanity
You don’t wanna free the people, you wanna be the religion
How true is religion when the Lords name isn’t mentioned?
False preachers hidden causing all type of dissension
Claiming that they want peace while they’re causing the division
Put your hands in the air if you know the truth
Wave 'em side to side if you really live by it
Like, what’s the point of knowing if you don’t apply it?
Or to acquire wisdom if you’re only gone keep silent
I’m riding for the truth like a freedom rider
Even if I gotta give up every one of my desires
Cuz I know the sovereign one who’s purpose is way higher
And to achieve it I’m His living breathing amplifier

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